Chapter Eighteen
It felt good being able to move. Yet it was most humiliating, having a woman of authority literally carrying his precious gonads.
Nicholas Strothers has been returned to the exhibition room and, once again, rests tummy down on the frame. He resumes awaiting the decision, lying completely naked with his most valuable male possessions exposed and revealed in detail on the large television screen. Such appear more than ready to be harvested with just a mere nod from his eighteen year old owner.
After many days of languishing on the gurney, the walk, not long but certainly time consuming and elaborate in its execution, has tired. Slumber overtakes, and he dozes. Dreams flash and, of course, with Nurse Ingrid’s lurid tale of the canary, his subconscious brings vivid images o
